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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.