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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.