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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.