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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.