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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.