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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
cv313,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.