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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.