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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.