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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
PIL,
Deakin,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.