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 Egypt and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Section 25,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
MDC,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.