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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.