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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.