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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.