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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.