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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme 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?
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.