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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Skaos,
Crime,
Scion,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.