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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Organ,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.