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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
The Motions,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.