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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.