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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.