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 Canada 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.