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 Uruguay 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
This Heat,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.