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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.