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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.