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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.