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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Monks to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.