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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.