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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.