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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.