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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Fear,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.