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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.