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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.