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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Little Man,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Excepter,
Scion,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.