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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.