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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.