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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.