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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.