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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro 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 grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.