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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.