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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Can,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.