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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
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.