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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Franke,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.