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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.