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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.