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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.