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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.