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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
JFA,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.