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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.