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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.