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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.