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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Scion,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.