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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.