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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.