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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Television,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.