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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.