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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.