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 Chile 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.