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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.