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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.