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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.