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 Thailand 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.