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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.