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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.