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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.