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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.