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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.