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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.