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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.