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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.