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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.