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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.