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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Aswad,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.