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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.