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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.