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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Sparks,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.