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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.