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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.