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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.