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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.