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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.