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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.