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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.