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 India and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.