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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.