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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins 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 disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.