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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.