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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.