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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.