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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Scion,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.