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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.