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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.