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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Index to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.