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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.