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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.