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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.