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 France and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.