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 Hungary 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.