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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.