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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Television,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.