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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.