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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.