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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.