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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.