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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.