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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.