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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.