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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.