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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.