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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.