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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.