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 Philippines 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.