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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.