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 Australia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.