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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Inner City,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.