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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.