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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.