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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.