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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.