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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.