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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.