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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.