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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.