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 United States 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.