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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Television,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.