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 Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.