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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.