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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.