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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.