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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 Manchester and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.