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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Pole,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.