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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.