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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.