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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.