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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.