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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.