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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.