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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
New Order,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The American Breed,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.