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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
June Days,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.