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 Djibouti 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Visage,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.