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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.