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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.