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 Nigeria 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.