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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.