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 Greece 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.