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 Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.