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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.