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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.