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 India and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.