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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.