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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.