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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
DNA,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.