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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.