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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Index,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.