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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Busters,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.