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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Slave,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.