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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.