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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.