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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.