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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.