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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Monks,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.