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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
The Motions,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.