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 Oman and from Halifax.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.