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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.