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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.