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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.