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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.