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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.