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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.