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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.