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 India and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.