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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.