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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
AZ,
a-ha,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.