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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.