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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.