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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.