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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.