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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.