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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.