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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.