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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.