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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.