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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
X-101,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.