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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.