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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.