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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.