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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.