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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.