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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.