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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.