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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.