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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.