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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.