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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.