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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.