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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.