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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Victims,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.