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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Urselle,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.