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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Jandek,
Mars,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.