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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.