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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.