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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.