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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.