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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.