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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.