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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.