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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Lungfish,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.