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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
June of 44,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.