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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.