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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.