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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.