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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.