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 Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.