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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.