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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.