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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 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 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.