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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.