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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Can,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Niagra,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.