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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.