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 China and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.