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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Qualms,
DNA,
John Holt,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.