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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.