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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.