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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
10cc,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.