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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.