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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.