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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.