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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.