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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
X-102,
Q65,
Magma,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.