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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.