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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.