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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Brick,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.