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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.