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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.