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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Can,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.