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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
The Index,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.