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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.