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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.