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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Wings to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.