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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.