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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.