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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.