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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Nas,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.