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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.