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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.