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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.