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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.