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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.