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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.