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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.