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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.