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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
UT,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.