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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.