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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.