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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.