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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.