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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.