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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.