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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Index,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.