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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.