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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 808 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Organ,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.