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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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 Human League,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.