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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.