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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.