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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
10cc,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.