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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.