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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.