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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Section 25,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.