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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.