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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.