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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.