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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Neu!,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.