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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.