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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.