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 China and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.