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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
June Days,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
The Move,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.