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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Q65,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.