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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.