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 Iceland 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.