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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.