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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.