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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
10cc,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.