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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Wings,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.