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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.