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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.