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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.