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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.