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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.