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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.