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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Lalann,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Mars,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.