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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.