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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Liliput,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.