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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Television,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.