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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.