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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.