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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s 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 Dorothy Ashby 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?
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.