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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.