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 Oman 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.