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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.