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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.