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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.