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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.