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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
June of 44,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.