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 Chad 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.