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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Flipper,
MDC,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.