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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.