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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Television,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.