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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.