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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.