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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.