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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.