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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.