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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Wire,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.