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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Standells,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.