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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
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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.