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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.