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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.