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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.