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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Monks,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.