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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.