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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Television,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Deakin,
Q65,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.