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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Nico,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.