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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.