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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.