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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.