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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.