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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.