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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.