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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Technova,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.