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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.