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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Nas,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.