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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.