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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Wake,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.