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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.