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 Cyprus 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.