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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.