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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Can,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.