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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.