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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.