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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.