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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.