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 Sudan and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Gong,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.