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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.