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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.