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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Cluster,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.