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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.