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 Seychelles 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.