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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.