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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.