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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.