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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Wire,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.