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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.