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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
MDC,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.