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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.