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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
AZ,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
ABC,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.