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 India and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.