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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.