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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.