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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Ossler,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.