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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Index,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.