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 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.