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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.