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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.