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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.