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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Japan,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.