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 Ecuador 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.