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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
X-102,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.