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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.