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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.