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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.