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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Shoche,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Brick,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.