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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.