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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.