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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Rekid,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.