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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.