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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.