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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.