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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.