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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.