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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.