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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Corsano to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
New Order,
Main Source,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.