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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.