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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.