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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.