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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.