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 Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.