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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Television,
Wings,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.