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 Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.