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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.