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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.