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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Misunderstood to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.