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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.