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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.