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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.