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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Star Department,
UT,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.