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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.