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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
MC5,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.