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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Television,
The Index,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.