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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.