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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.