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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.