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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.