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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.