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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.