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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.