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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.