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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.