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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.