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 Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Wings,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.