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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.