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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.