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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.