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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.