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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.