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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
June Days,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.