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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.