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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.