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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.