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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.