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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Organ,
The Motions,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.