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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.