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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Index,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.