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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.