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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 PIL 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.