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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.