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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.