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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.