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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.