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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.