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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.