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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.