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 United States and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.