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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.