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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.