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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.