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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Magma,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.