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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Index,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.