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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.