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 Togo 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.