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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.