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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.