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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.