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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.