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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 AZ 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.