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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.