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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
the Human League,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.