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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.