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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.