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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.