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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.