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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.