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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.