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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.