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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.