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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.