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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.