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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.