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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.