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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.