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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.