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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.