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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Can,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
The Slackers,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.