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 Marshall Islands 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.