Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.