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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Index,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.