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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.