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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The Names,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.