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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Fear,
World's Most,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.