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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
MC5,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.