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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
DNA,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.