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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.