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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.