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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.