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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.