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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.