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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.