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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.