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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.