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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.