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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
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.