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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.