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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.