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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.