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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Pole,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.