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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.