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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.