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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
JFA,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.