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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.