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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.