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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.