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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.