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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
CMW,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.