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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Japan,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.