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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Can,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.