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 Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.