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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
JFA,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.