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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.