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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.