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 China and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.