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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.