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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.