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 Chad and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Nas,
Shoche,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.