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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.