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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.