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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.