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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.