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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.