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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.