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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.