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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.