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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.