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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.