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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.